$BTC
Midnight. The last block before the halving pulsed on-screen.
*"Here we go again,"* muttered Kira, her mining rigs humming like a nervous choir. Four years ago, she'd been a broke grad student. Now? Lamborghini in the garage, enemies on Reddit.
The counter ticked down—3...2...1...
Silence. Then, chaos.
Hash rates plummeted. Exchanges froze. A single green candle erupted, then another.
Her phone buzzed—*"Congrats, whale."*
Kira smirked, pouring bourbon over ice. The game had changed.
Some would get rich. Most would bleed.
And Bitcoin?
*It didn’t care.*
